Friday, April 20, 2012

Life Lesson from "We Bought a Zoo"

Recently I had the chance to see the movie
"We Bought a Zoo".
In the movie there has been a death of a family member. Therein, is the story for most of the movie. The death is the center, the reason, everyone else is, where they are. As is often the case, with many of us there is a point in time (sometimes often more than one) that caused us great grief. A heartache beyond definition. No one word to describe the immense burden of pain that remains hidden beneath our brave smile or our plastered, painted facade. The image we show the world may have often deteriorated from "happy go lucky", because all we can mange is a front that at least isn't contorted by the turmoil within. We long to move on, but we are frozen in that personal moment of hell by fear. We go through the daily motions. One foot in front of the other. This breath, then the next. Until some days we feel like we are just barely breathing. You can feel all of this in the movie. But then...
The movie takes a turn. What unfolded in those next few moments transformed the movie and the characters. The main character stepped into his pain. Up until this point everything he had been doing was reactionary to his hurt and his grief. In essence, beating back the monster; not defeating it. But, in that moment he took charge of himself and he stepped into the very place where it hurt more than anything. He confronted the monster. It caused him to cope; to deal with it. When he did, he opened the gate to his prison and he was free. The movie, his story was changed from a tale of death, to one of life.
Many times the only way we can experience true joy after a loss is to just stop reacting to the pain.
Open up to the hurt and experience it. What we will find, is the release of fear. Because the truth is, it was the fear of pain that kept us from going forward.
What we get when we let go of fear, is freedom.
It was the main character's fear of the pain of his loss that held him prisoner to his grief. When he took control and had the courage to face it - he freed not only himself but the others around him.
What fear is holding you in your prison?

Monday, May 17, 2010

My God Box

I received a chance to get to know who God is. So I unwrapped the gift of God that I had been given in its original form and low and behold, I had received (albeit a well intentioned gift) a "God Box". You probably have one too. Its all wrapped up nice and neat and explains God in a way you can understand and fits Him ever so compactly into this manage-able portion that we humans can understand. The only problem is that all of the things that fit neatly into that box, only give you a fuzzy picture of the true God.

DISCLAIMER ALERT: I AM BY NO MEANS CLAIMING I HAVE GOD FIGURED OUT, I DO NOT.

I am saying right here and right now that God is unwrapping the gift I received and He's showing me all the things I didn't know. Its kind of like the PDA my husband got for his birthday... Its got this really cool game on it, and everyone in the house is always asking for the chance to play with the toy. There is a problem with that thinking.
#1. It IS NOT A TOY.  ( We hear this a million times a day if we hear it once)
#2. We have NO IDEA how cool this little gizmo is unless we read the instructions and if necessary ask the guy who owns it, "hey what all does this thing do that we can not possibly understand without some help from you?" 
We often see God this way. We view Him in a way that only shows us one part of who He is and even the part we see isn't a full picture.
Lately I have been reading some literature that is pushing against what I have in my God Box. What I am finding is, that now that the wrapper is off, God CAN NOT AND WILL NOT fit into that box. I gotta wonder, 'How'd they get Him in there to begin with?'.

 

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Friendship For Grown - Ups (Book Review)

Friendship for Grown-Ups
Lisa Whelchel

Lisa Whelchel takes an honest look into her life and discovers that she lacks true friends. She discloses in a very open and vulnerable way why she did not have the true emotional bonds that women generally share with one another. Ms. Whelchel plainly walks a path that brings her to points where, if she chooses, she can know other women in the profound and life changing vehicle of friendship. Using scripture and personal, sometimes painful, stories Lisa shows the reader how to experience friendship in a more intimate way.
‘Friendship for Grown-Ups’ was written in a manner that allowed me to imagine Lisa actually saying the words to me; as if she were personally present in the room.
I have always thought that I have much to offer in my friendships. After all, I am loyal and affectionate, and I also know how to just ‘be’ in a moment. This book made me re-examine myself as I read. I found there were places where I had not been the best friend I could have been. I felt challenged to return to my cooled relationships and reaffirm them. I realized I couldn’t wait to get to my next women’s bible study group so I could share what I had learned.
I wrote down the gems that spoke to me most on the first read through, and I have already recommended this book to several of my friends.
Thank you to Thomas Nelson for this complimentary copy of ‘Friendship for Grown-Ups’ so that I could preview it.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Plan B

I am looking forward to the book, Plan B by Pete Wilson. When I get it, I will be leaving a review here on my blog and in other blog areas...

Saturday, March 20, 2010

My story of how I was "Marked by Love"

It was raining that August evening. I was getting ready to head to a friend's house so we could watch a movie... I don't remember which one now...
I was trying to get my shoes on...my husband was lying down and I wanted to talk to him before I left... it was taking me forever to get out of the house...I hate it when I am on a mission and I can't seem to move any faster or get anyone else to move at my speed.
Then the phone was ringing... UGH...I'll never get out of here, I thought.
I said hello and the voice at the other end said.... Hello, My name is (I've never been able to remember it) I am calling to tell you that there has been a car accident and your daughter Hannah was in the car. Paramedics are here along with fire rescue...we are on ... 
and my mind flashed in seconds to the beginning of Hannah's life. I hung up from the caller, and then I went and got my husband up... I said "get up, get dressed, we have to go, Hannah's been a car accident..." He was trying to ask me questions and I was heading to our car... 
The accident claimed the life of one of the kids in the car... but not mine.  
Hannah's injuries besides the typical bloody nose, headache, and sore neck consisted of 
a mangled spleen...she spent 2 days in a Critical Surgical Care ward. This floor is right off the ORs in the hospital she was in.  For the first 24 hours they checked her blood levels every 30 minutes. Watching for the number that said the spleen would have to be removed. We never got near that number. The drs and nurses kept her sedated pretty much the whole time she was in CSC. She was moved out into a regular room on the 3rd day. On the 5th day they let her come home.  After 2 weeks she was placed on homebound. This is a program designed to help kids keep up with school work when they can not be AT school. She couldn't be around other kids because until her spleen healed she had to be kept away from any potential illnesses. Also she couldn't lift her books let alone carry them. She was only allowed to eat smooth foods and liquids for 3 months. It was a scary, trying time.
She eventually healed physically but emotionally that took longer, and she continues to heal in that regard. 


Our life that day was divided into Before the Accident and After the Accident.


Hannah was spared, and this hasn't been the first time. I have told her constantly that God must have something HUGE in store for her as the devil keeps trying to take her out.


She remains victorious over that little liar.


I am forever marked by love from family and friends who rallied around us when things were scary and we had lost one of the kids and we were concerned for the girl who had been driving...plus the boys who had been with them and received injuries as well... it was all so overwhelming. I am forever marked by love by people who came and sat with me in the hospital and just listened to me talk. Cried when I cried... those who made sure I had money to eat with.  I felt loved and supported. God was loving me through so many people.

Hannah was at the beginning of her freshman year that year...This May she will graduate from high school. This fall she will attend college and begin a new chapter in her life. She is marked by the love of God. His mercy endures forever...

There is more...so much more to this story...but it is now a fragment of time in our lives. We sometimes have to work at NOT allowing that moment in time to define us and our faith now. But we are marked by the love of a God who sees us and hears us... We recognize that the answers are sometimes NO and we do not understand why He has to say NO sometimes...but we know He hears us...

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Marked by Love

I will be adding on to this at a later date please check back. For now I just wanted to direct you over to a beautiful jewelry website, it is called Lisa Leonard Designs. If you get a minute you can search her out online and then head on over there and see her marvelous work. She is truly gifted. I recently entered a drawing there to win one of her creations. The name of the necklace I have entered to win is "Marked by Love".
update::
I did not win the necklace but that is ok. I know it went to someone who needed it more than I thought I did...may God bless them.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Are You Real?

Ever notice how we wish people would stop acting fake, and yet we all put on a mask when we face the world? How can we expect others to be real when we are not? Before you say... "but I am real"...

Think about this first...

Think about the last arguement you had in which you had to answer the phone or go into the store, or face someone right in the middle of it ... did you put on the happy voice/face? Would you call that real?

You may be thinking that it isn't exactly the same thing, most of us would agree that we don't want everyone knowing our personal business when it comes to something intimate like an argument we are having with someone else...and while that may be true... what if you are asked by someone (while you are "faking the smile") How are you? Being real would mean you say something along the lines of, "well not entirely great but I know things will work out."  Being fake would have you saying  "I'm great, couldn't be better!" you know how you do it...with that big cheesy smile on your face that hurts your cheeks... you can always know when you're faking a smile...

because it hurts to do it...